Anonymous asked: Grantaire and Cyrano de Bergerac
listen i had to google this but now but that’s perfect
and sAD grantaire helping enjolras fall in love with someone else oh nO
grantaire not telling enjolras so he doesn’t lose the image of his eloquent lover
grantaire being selfless for enjolras oH NO
Anonymous asked: prompt: B, ship: E/R. Also I am reading things we lost in the fire and it's wonderful! Thank you for sharing!
2: At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better. At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)
Modern AU motherfuckers. Behold, I have written fluff. And thank you so much, I’m so glad you’re liking ‘things we lost in the fire,’ <3
Grantaire tugged at the cuff of his blazer, trying to resist the urge to pick at his outfit with nervous fingers. Eponine and Bahorel had selected it for him, and although Bahorel wasn’t particularly menacing, Eponine had a key to Grantaire’s apartment, a Sharpie, a switchblade, and even odds on using either one—he wasn’t in a rush to disobey her. So, nice jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a blazer it was. It didn’t mask the fact that he still looked semi-exhausted, but Cosette had informed him, in her sweetest and most anxiety-reducing tone, that as long as he wore a thin layer of stubble, he looked much more the lovelorn artist than the over-caffeinated grad student.
He was pretty sure she’d only said it to make him stop hyperventilating, but it was a nice sentiment.
“R!” Enjolras shouted from down the hall. “You’re going to be late!”
“Fashionably late is a thing that exists, Apollo,” Grantaire said, giving one more nervous tug to the blazer before he stepped away from the mirror. “How do I look?” he asked Enjolras, holding out his arms and trying to look Enjolras in the eye instead of letting his gaze wander to a safe corner of the ceiling. “Ridiculous?”
“Shut up, you look incredible,” Enjolras said. “And fashionably late may be a thing that exists, but not when you’re going to your own thing.”
“Sure it is,” Grantaire said, dragging his eyes away from the ceiling with difficulty and flicking a glance at Enjolras. “You really don’t have to come, it’s not a big deal.”
Enjolras shot him a Look and knocked one foot against the floor, not quite a stomp, but enough to make the sole of his shot thud loudly as he plucked pointedly at the lapel of his red coat. “It’s your first gallery opening. If you think I’m not going, you have another one coming.”
“It’s not really, Cosette’s father–”
“Don’t care!” Enjolras interrupted, sharp and bright and grinning. He stepped over and pressed a kiss to the corner of Grantaire’s mouth. “R, love, it’s going to be fine,” he murmured, taking Grantaire’s hand. “You didn’t get this because Valjean knows the gallery owner, you got this because your paintings are incredible, and you’re going to go let a bunch of people with a lot of money tell you so.”
“Yeah,” Grantaire breathed, and offered Enjolras a shaky smile. “I don’t deserve you.”
“I strongly disagree.”
“I know. I hope you never realize you’re wrong,” Grantaire said, and his smile was more earnest this time.
“Are you ready?”
“Never better, Apollo,” Grantaire said, breathless, and let Enjolras steer him out the door.
callipygianflamingo asked: hi, i just wanted to pop by and say that things we lost in the fire is an amazing fic! not many people can successfully write angst in fics without turning the character into a pathetic woobie drowning in wangst and manpain but you do it incredibly well! you're a super talented writer and i hope you have a wonderful day!!! :D :D :D
THANK YOU SO MUCH, oh my God I’m so glad you think the angst thing is going well. I have a POWERFUL aversion to the woobie trope and I LIVE IN FEAR, okay, IN FEAR. I’m so thrilled that people seem to be of the opinion that Grantaire is a well-executed character in ‘things we lost in the fire’, I’m??? I’m not a supremely coherent recipient of compliments, not gonna lie, but THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Anonymous asked: Hello friend, I just wanted to ask if you were ever going to update your R avatar fic... not to rush you or pressure you or whatever. I know you are super busy and such but I just wanted to ask because I like it and just wanted to know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
MY BUDDY, MY DUDE, SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON ANSWERING THIS ASK BUT NOT THAT SORRY BECAUSE HERE, I FINALLY FUCKING GOT MY SHIT TOGETHER
CHAPTER SEVEN OF THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE, THE AVATAR GRANTAIRE AU THAT I CAN’T BELIEVE PEOPLE ARE STILL READING
*THROWS SELF ON GROUND AND GROVELS FOR TAKING TWO MONTHS TO UPDATE*
(hey just be grateful it’s not my Eponine Reincarnation fic, that one is actively on hiatus because the chapters are so long, I’m the worst)
piggybunny12 asked: EXR--Point of No Return from Phantom...or really anything from Phantom. I saw it last night and all the sudden it's sophomore year of high school again for me...
Not gonna lie, baby, I have not…actually seen Phantom of the Opera, but I googled the song and Tried. Yeah, yeah, I’m a heathen, I know. I am Trying. And this. Oh god. I make SUCH a rule about not writing smut except on specific request, so I just…stopped before it progressed to actual sex. But rest assured that’s where this goes, and if you’re interested I’m glad to write it.
“Combeferre, make sure our weapons are prepared,” Enjolras was saying, the sort of rapid-fire rattle that commanded effortless attention. He’d worked his way through every present member of Les Amis and then some by now, even little Gavroche getting instructions as they readied themselves for the next day’s march. That just left… “And where the hell is Grantaire?”
“Madame Houchloupe commandeered him as waitstaff,” Courfeyrac said with a wicked grin.
“What?”
“He means that she asked him to fetch more wine from the cellar, it’s crowded tonight,” Combeferre translated with a sigh. “He’s probably still down there.”
“We are—this is not the moment for his antics,” Enjolras snapped, a scowl writing itself deeply into his features.
“He’s been gone barely ten minutes,” Joly said, waving a hand. “If you’re so thrice-blasted worried, go find him yourself.”
lathori asked: Babe. THE smut fic. You know the one. E x R, what we've been talking about. /Please/ write it? /Please/ <3 E
Aaaaand here we go with the smut. I don’t write smut much, mostly just on request. So I dunno how this came out. But it’s definitely smut. NSFW. Possibly NSF-Anywhere. Also it like…cold opens to sex, so. There is no plot here.
Grantaire tugged at the long ends of the cord, tightening the coil winding about the outside. It scraped along the taut length stretching to the headboard, a faint but audible sound, and he glanced down.
“Too tight?” he asked quietly, letting his fingers trail down to slip into the gap between Enjolras’ wrist and the five loops of white cotton binding him to the bed. He could still fit two fingers comfortably beside Enjolras’ delicate wrist, and the touch made Enjolras’ eyes flicker open. The usually bright honey color was a little hazy, distracted. “Mon ange,” Grantaire prompted.
“You’re fine,” Enjolras said, blinking until his gaze was clearer. Grantaire nodded and finished tucking the loose ends away until the knot was secure. He ducked, pressed a kiss to the long, deft fingers, and saw Enjolras close his eyes again.
Anonymous asked: Prompt: les amis princess protection program au
*Aaron Burr voice* Sure! So it took me a long-ass time to write this because I saw PPP like once, like ten years ago, and I just now had the time to google it and brush up. As payment for the delay, it’s SEVEN PAGES. Also I wrote this at two in the morning and I haven’t looked over it since, so… I wandered off from the movie plot. Sorry.
Alllll the groveling, guys. All of it. Remember how I was talking about totally not having time to write long fics? I TOTALLY don’t. But I am. So here.
Anyone who guessed Enjolras’ in-universe identity before the big reveal gets a cookie. Also I am taking votes on whether I should include smut and up the rating of this thing, and yeah, I’m taking those votes now because it takes me a goddamn long time to write smut. I have to, like, prepare myself, if y’all want smut.
Anonymous asked: oooooh, i would love a exr shortie where e has to teach r how to dance and it's very frustrating and they feel thINGS, please?
*hides face* Oh my God, it’s been like a MONTH, I am so sorry, but HERE. There is dancing and feelings and kissing and Enjolras actually having a social life because Courfeyrac forces him to. Also, I seem to have a tendency to write ‘getting their shit together’ ficlets so if you want…not that, feel free to ask. And if you want the reverse of this where Grantaire teaches Enjolras to dance, it is here.
Enjolras goes to clubs. It’s not especially common knowledge, because he’s usually too busy, but whenever Courfeyrac feels like it’s necessary, he’ll drag Enjolras out to a nightclub, pour a few shots into him, and turn him loose for a few hours with instructions to not think too much. This time, it’s a group outing, all of Les Amis laughing and tactile with alcohol, hands on arms and cheeks flushed with the triumph of their latest protest.
Joly, giggly with his second rum and coke, is the one to start the dancing, pushing Musichetta and Bousset onto the dance floor ahead of him. The three of them fit together like puzzle pieces, Musichetta’s petite body pressed back against Joly’s chest and Bousset’s broad shoulders behind the pair of them. They’ve clearly done this before, because Bousset and Musichetta know just how to move so that Joly can dance without aggravating his limp. It’s fluid and sensual, Musichetta’s head tipped back on Joly’s shoulder and her smile dazzling up at her boys, and Enjolras feels the brief pause around him, the rest of them caught up in the trio’s giddy joy.
“Aw, they’re cute,” Cosette says, and Éponine smirks, finishes her scotch, and pinches Marius hard in the side. He yelps and flails—not a graceful man at the best of times, and less so with alcohol—but gets the hint, shyly offering his hand to Cosette and letting her tug him onto the floor. Éponine is still snickering when she darts out herself, bouncing and coiling like a ribbon in the dim club lights.
ghostdog401 asked: What about a Star Trek AU, but with Les Mis characters
Aaaaaay, hell yeah, I fucking live for Star Trek AU’s.
All right, so I’m going to take this to mean that one AU where the fair ship Revolution is out on her five-year mission under the command of Captain Lamarque, a steely-eyed woman with a reputation for even-handed care of her crew whether they support her or not. Her first officer, Commander Enjolras is a communications specialist, beyond his command training, and everyone who knew him before his commission jokes that he chose it because he always wore bright red anyway. Those jokes are mostly made by his two closest friends from the Academy, both of whom went out of their way to get assigned to the same ship—Combeferre, the youngest out of the three doctors on board (and half-Betazoid who will cut you if you ask about his species’ “sensuous nature”), and Courfeyrac, the ship’s counselor (technically a non-com, but still part of the crew).
A quick overview of the crew of the Revolution:
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